Post by Tristen Hail on Jul 20, 2013 19:25:54 GMT -5
Tristen nodded his head and slipped off into the darkness, nostrils flared as he followed the scent of horse before too long he was inside negotiating the price for two stallions. It was with a smirk, and a long deep stare into Tristen's eyes, that he was gifted with a black stallion and white with grey spotted horse. Each horse carrying two packs filled with feed and regular saddles not the fanciest but not the worst either. As he turned his new partner had joined him within the store asking for new merchandise. Tristen rolled his eyes,"Ok, We need to get a move on. I got us the horses, their waiting outside the stables." Tristen moved to the door and turned, staring back and waving at the man."Goodbye.." he slipped out the door the owner giving him a dazed yet happy smile as Tristen slipped atop his horse and glanced about.
When his companion followed him out, Tristen grinned."So let's go, I assume you've got your food and we have a few hours before dawn. So let's get us to the porting city, hopefully we can find someplace for us to rest before dawn. Then hit the porting city about two hours after dusk and find a ship.." he was happy to leave out that he would need to feed tomorrow but he would take care of his need tomorrow for now they needed to put some distance.
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Jul 20, 2013 20:07:10 GMT -5
Alekzander walked out with the male and climbed on top of the white and grey spotted horse with ease. He slipped his food in to a saddle bag and looked at the other male. "Sounds good, so we better get a move on." He kicked his horse's sides and took off in the direction the the port city. His horse galloped in smooth strides, clearly well trained. They still needed to move fast, to make it to the next town before sunrise else his companion parish in the brilliant display.
He matched the horse's movements, moving along with it as it galloped. Knowing if he didn't his 'family jewels' would hurt horribly after the ride was over. It would also prevent the horse from over exertion and falling dead beneath himself. At one point he removed one hand to close the clasps around his pistols to prevent them being lost during the ride. He watched the slowly lightening horizon as he urged his horse faster. He could see the town coming up quickly but he was worried about finding a place to sleep before the sun rose.
He began looking around trying to find a possible location that would prevent his partner from dying even before they had gotten to town. He didn't think the normal tavern would have a room with no windows. Even a single window would fill a room with deadly UV rays that would harm Tristen.
Post by Tristen Hail on Jul 20, 2013 21:33:29 GMT -5
The pair moved in silence, Tristen had hardly remembered riding a horse before earlier today but it seemed to come natural to him. His body simply reacted as if he had been riding all his life, was this part of the unknown past he had no recollection of? He sighed, as they headed towards the port town. The smell of the sea was growing ever stronger, that salty, burning scent captured his attention. He glanced upwards to see the sky had grown lighter, the stars were fewer if not gone now. His soft blue gaze flickering to the horizon with a snarl as his heels slammed into the horses sides."Yah!" the sudden urging of his heels and feeling it's riders frantic behavior, the animal respond without delay moving quick and long strides.
He could see the distant city port, but it wasn't simply a matter of getting into the city. It was a matter of finding someplace shielded from the rays of the sun, and he could not summon his ability to banish the sun for a period of a entire day without possibly starting a man-hunt for a vampire. His companion seemed to had noticed the rising of the sun as well, as he was urging his horse right there up alongside Tristen's. The pounding of hooves, heavy breath, the long time spent riding, the animals were giving their all now and Tristen would have nothing less his life depended on it. As they approached, he could see the open city gates and hissed as he felt soft morning rays hitting the back of his neck and hands. The male ducked down into himself as he rode, as they passed into the city gates a break neck speed, Tristen gave a jerk to his horses reins steering the creature to the right as he rode along the inside just beside the city walls. The wall casting a shadow that the rising sun was slowly beginning to consume, it was as if this was a cruel joke but a hateful god. He was either to banish the sun and possibly expose them, find somewhere to hide within a matter of moments, or be destroyed in a fiery blaze.
His grip tightened on the reins as the morning sun consumed the walls shadow greedily as if toying yet racing to consume the vampire hiding within the meager shadows with it's holy fiery rays. People leapt out of the way of the stampeding horse and it's rider as his horses hooves cracked against the cobblestones. Tristen prayed for some sort of sanctuary to appear before him, to what God he did not know but he hoped one would be listening. As he rode, Tristen had almost missed a manhole covering snarling the vampire leapt from atop his horse. His trench coat billowing about him as he moved with Vampiric grace and speed prying the man covering up and dropping in with little more then a snarl and bit of smoke rising. A panting horse a few paces ahead of the manhole and the man was gone, gritting his teeth as his burns slowly healed he chuckled looking to the rays peeking through the man hole."Seems lady luck is on my side, Oh, Burning One." he chuckled and turned before catching a whiff of the ghastly smells, his boots stepping in a puddle of what he hoped was mud and water with some junk laying about.
Tristen scanned about him and found a trunk, moving towards it he noticed it was fine a bit dirty torn decor on the inside but the latch a steel latch worked fine. Tristen snatched the trunk by a handle and dragged it a few feet from the manhole he had dived into, a small mouth of darkness leading into another hole is where he rested it upon a dry bit of wood. Tristen took a deep breath and slipped in, his knees bended and cramped no space to move, he thanked God that he wasn't claustrophobic or he would have gone mad. It was with that, he lay himself with the lid just closing over top. He hoped his partner would do a bit of detective work and find him, Tristen would awaken if he heard noise approaching, a heart beat, breathing, footsteps but the foul stench was murderous blocking out any scent but that of filthy stench and so here he would wait but for now he would rest....
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Jul 21, 2013 11:48:53 GMT -5
Alekzander urged his horse faster, knowing his companion time was running out. Tristen shot down an alley along side the city wall delaying his untimely death. Alekzander didn't make the turn however and tore past the same alley. Pulling back on the reins he turned his head craning to look down a different alley. He slowly trotted his panting horse down the alley and looke around. Spotting a way across to th other alley, he slid through the tiny opening between the two buildings sideways. Popping out he looked up and down the now sunny alley trying to see where the Vamprye would have vanished to.
Spotting the black stallion he walked towards it slowly. It was standing, heaving hard and froth at its mouth. A few feet away a manhole covering lay upon the concrete and Alekzander knelt beside it and layed his hand upon the metal. A sudden image of Tristen ripping the cover up and hurling it aside as he jumped in to the opening cause Alekzander to look up and glance at the open sewer. He walked to it and he jumped in. He grabbed the edge letting himself hang then drop down. It wasn't to high thank goodness.
He glanced around, crinkling his nose at the stench. His companion was nowhere to be seen, and Alekzander suspected he had slipped off or in to something to further hide from the light. He spotted something pushed back in to the darkness and approached it. A worn old steam style trunk. Obviously left from some homeless person when they where either arrested or when they couldn't carry it away. And protruding from the seal around the edge was a corner of a black trench coat. He walked up to the trunk and looked around. How could the Vamprye smell ANYTHING around that horrible stench. Raising his hands, Alekzander summoned a large torrent of high pressured water. He directed it around the area, pressure washing the walls and floors and ceiling. The he caused the water to all flow away carrying the foul material quite a ways down the sewer slightly lessening the smell. Perhaps his companion would be able to smell somebody approaching now. He reached out and rapped his knuckles on the lid of the trunk. "Coats sticking out buddy." He said then walked back to the opening.
Standing beneath the hole the elemental leap up and grabbed the edge. With a heave he hauled himself out of the hole and stood up. He was suddenly surrounded by yelling and screaming. A dozen cops surrounded him and he blinked at them. They quickly relieved him of his pistols and handcuffed him. Questions where fired at him from every angle, asking him what he was doing here. Where the other man had been he had been chasing. What was it he had been doing in that sewer. Alekzander tried to answer most of them but was ignored on all counts. He was dragged to the local jail house and locked up. Sitting on the cot the male rolled his eyes and leaned back crossing his legs and whistling softly biding his time.
Several hours later a the town began to fully wake up a officer sat outside his cell and began questioning him. Alekzander answered all his questions, they where here to buy a boat and sail out to the Dead Sea, yes those guns where his. No had hadn't killed the guy. The officer apologized saying that people where disappearing around these parts and they would have to hold Alekzander til they confirmed who he was then left. Alekzander rolled his eyes again. Over his dead body was he staying in this cell. He stood up and walked to the cell door and stared out between the bars watching the officers. He also looked of his guns for he wouldn't sure as hell not leave with out them.
Seeing only the one officer left to watch the place he placed his hand agains the lock and smirked as it clicked open. He slowly pushed the door open and crept along the hallway. Keeping crouched down so people outside wouldn't see him, he slowly stalked to the guard. Standing up behind him he wrapped his elbow beneath the man's chin and tightened his grip. Holding his right hand with his left to keep the pressure he waited till the male's silent struggles stopped then released him. It wasn't a kill, just a knock out. Grabbing his guns he quickly left the jailhouse. They would need to leave now, and couldn't wait til night time now.
Making his way to the docks while avoiding any police he found a guy and bartered for a large speed boat. Making the purchase he also bought some black paint. Going below decks he painted all the windows with the black paint blocking the little bit of sun out. Drying the paint by removing the water he applied a second coat. Then he went to the outside windows and did the same thing. Finishing he took the boat and drove along the coast, looking for what he knew had to be there. After a few hours he found what he needed, a sewer outlet in to the open river.
Anchoring the boat he swam to shore and went inside the sewer. He worked his way up the stinking tunnel slowly, checking all off branching tunnels to make sure he didn't get lost. He finally came to where Tristen had hidden inside the trunk and he grinned. "Alright mate, better hold on inside there. Your going for a ride." He laughed and summoned water beneath the trunk. Then he caused the water to rush along the tunnel carrying the man inside the trunk with it. All three, man, trunk, and Vamprye roared out of the tunnel and landed in the ocean. Causing an upward current they bobbed to the surface and Alekzander climbed on to the boat and hauled the trunk up, dragging it down below deck.
He once again rapped his knuckles on the lid of the trunk and laughed. "Your safe dude. You can come out." He chuckled and took of his pistols and laid them upon a counter in the small kitchen. "We lost our horses and food though. Don't worry, I can catch some fish. No problem there."
Post by Tristen Hail on Jul 21, 2013 16:12:43 GMT -5
Tristen had fallen now into a light and restful slumber, he could feel the wounds caused by the sun's rays vanishing. The flesh knitting back together and smoothing over as he slept, subconsciously alert to all the sounds about him. His sense of smell useless due to the pugent stench of filthy flooding the air, he didn't mind the crampt quarters as far as he could remember though this had to be the worst place he had slept before. As he slumbered, he could fell the heat of the sun almost angrily burning for the creature hidden safely beneath the earth from its dangerous rays. His form had taken a statue like position in the trunk, in a fetal position.
As he slumbered the sound of splashing echoed out to him, his orbs remained closed as he simply listened. It sounded heavy, footsteps, someone was approaching, at the best it was his companion at worst it was some unlucky soul that might find the sleeping vampire. Tristen listened, the steps distanced themselves before approaching rather closely right beside his make shift dwelling. As he listened, he awaited the lid to be sprung open so that he could attack. His fangs slowly sharpening yet the lid did not spring, no more noises as he only heard water swelling and then something carried away it was within moments the smell lessened along other strong scents through but nothing to discreet unfortunately. It was with this lessening of smell that he could scent his partner as well as hear him, the gently knock of knuckles against the lid. The noise was irritating, he now understood why fish were irritated by the gently tap against it was annoying.
He listened to the steps moving away, yet he could hear voices, shouting, screaming, a massive group of heart beats and shouting questions and his partner attempting to talk. Tristen snarled, the lid lifting up quickly as he slipped out of the trunk. His fangs lengthened, sharpened, as he snarled moving with lighting speed to the edges of the manhole hole where sunlight stopped his progressed. The male paced along the edges of the sunlight as he stared upwards from the darkness, watching as his partner was taken away. A low,throaty snarl rumbled from deep within the vampires throat for the next few hours he would be unable to do anything his foot lashing out at a half broken wooden box. The box erupted into a shower of splinters as he paced before shaking his head, he needed to rest and then he could think of a plan.
"The idiot!" he gritted his teeth, as he slipped back into the cramped confines of the trunk. His fingers gripping his trench coat as he tugged it in and allowed the lid to close and darkness to take him into slumber. It seemed hours had passed as now he heard his partner once more, he had escaped? Tristen shrugged away the sleepiness, and listened as he prepared to leave. The trunk lifted and exploded down the tunnel, he could sense that he and his partner were racing down in the filth water and then. Weightlessness, before he felt sucked water had begun to drip in. Had they fallen into the sea?! He could smell the salty taste of the ocean, he must have taken them down a sewer pipe out to the sea. He growled as they rose, he knew his companion was manipulating the water as they floated to what he assumed to be a boat and Alekzander hauled the trunk onto it.
He growled softly at the thuds and bumps he had to endure as he was dragged in the trunk below deck. Once there, he heard the knock once again against the lid. He was beckoned to come out but, Tristen knew it was still day light out but he would have to trust his companion taking a deep breath he pushed himself out of the lid. Tristen opened his eyes and looked about, there was no sunlight to be found at all. He grinned notching the windows and had been painted black to block out the sun, he chuckled and looked to his friend and smiled."Thank you." as he was told of their losses he sighed and held his katana,"We lost much but gained a boat so that's fine. We need to get a move on though, he glanced out to where the sun burned on the steps leading down to the main center of the deck below."Let's head to the DeadSea.." he sighed.
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Jul 21, 2013 19:33:38 GMT -5
Alekzander shrugged and flicked his wrist. The water below them began to move the boat towards their destination at a steady pace. Walking up to the deck he pressed the button to raise anchor, then set the autopilot to guide them to the Dead Sea to conserve his energy. Coming back below deck he chuckled and nodded. "Underway and we are good to go. And no problem man, I wouldn't leave you hanging like that. Those cops are push overs."
He kicked back on the couch and stared at the ceiling twiddling his thumbs. "So, now we are underway and headed upon this trip lets get to know each other. Clearly your a Vamprye and I'm a water elemental. Why are you after these scrolls and helping this old hag?" He looked at the man, crossing his arms arms behind his head. "Me, I'm in it for the simplest reason. I'm after fame and glory, maybe a little treasure as well. Pretty simple actually. Seems kind of lame but for a treasure hunter, its the adrenaline rush I suppose. So, what about you. You mentioned something about her having something you need."
He grabbed a glass from the coffee table and it suddenly filled with water. He sipped upon the glass and watched the Vamprye, his left brow arching over his optic orb. He sat up and looked at the male while waiting for his responses, interested in what he had to say. He chuckled and sipped on the water more, enjoying the cool pure liquid.
Post by Tristen Hail on Jul 21, 2013 20:42:02 GMT -5
He watched feeling the surge of the sea beneath them as the boat began to head off, it wasn't long before his companion headed upstairs into the daylight. Tristen sighed and removed his trench coat placing it onto a chair a he began to unbutton his shirt, by the time his partner came back down the male was shirtless. A silver hilted dagger now visible, the hilt facing the right side of his hip on the back of his pants. While the katana was still tied to his right hip, he turned allowing his arms to fold over his chest as he looked at his comrade. He listened as the male settled himself in and asked a question before speaking himself, his reasons were petty but they had purpose, the purpose of self enjoyment."You like to enjoy yourself, I can understand and respect that."
His glanced too the water elemental as he spoke,"I am in it for the possibility of recovering something very dear yet unknown to me." he sighed, as he stood and looked to the male."My name is Tristen Hail, but beyond that I know not much besides the fact that I am Vampire." he paced a moment,"I awoke, in a field dressed as you saw me today. A pool of blood about me, a voice whispering in my thoughts. He whispered my name, told me that I am Vampire. The voice...the voice was so familiar, happiness, almost like a dear friend. When I attempt to question the voice, the only thing it responded was that it's name was Ca'guuror. After that the voice never returned..." he now leaned against a small bar counter," His name and mine are the only clues I have to attempting to find out my past. I'm believing a Hag with knowledge such as her's she can help me find this man and he can help me find my past..."
His hand rising to run through his black curls as he thought to himself,"Something that seems so insignificant, means the world. I know myself as well as one would know the breeze that blows." he shook his head and looked back at the male,"Now you understand my reasons, I wish to recover what I have lost. My history..."
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Jul 21, 2013 21:16:50 GMT -5
Alekzander nodded, listening to the male as he recounts the tale to himself. "Intriguing, so you have no memories past awakening in that field. Blood is explainable as you feeding perhaps and you where interrupted. Perhaps hunters got the jump upon you and you defeated them but sustained a blow upon your head." He shrugged his shoulders and leaned forward looking at the male.
"Memory loss is never a good thing to play around with. Sometimes you forget for good reasons and the past is ear left buried. Then again, ones own history is quite an important thing to have. It lets you know who you are and where you are going." He leaned back and crossed his legs looking at the shirtless pale being before him.
"Now, here is a serious although personal question. One I need to know for my own....precautions. When do you need to feed next. I have no interest in letting you feed off myself, and if you try I promise I will kill you. So, with that in mind I don't want you getting so hungry you have no choice. So we can make a quick....pit stop for you to take care of your personal needs. The question is simply when?"
Post by Tristen Hail on Jul 22, 2013 0:47:48 GMT -5
He nodded his head,"Yes, but there were no bodies around simply large masses of blood all over the place." he sighed and pushed away the thought, as his shoulders rolled. His orbs drifting to the stairs as he wondered when he would be able to feed next, he had fed the previous day but liked to keep a fresh source of blood within him daily. He glanced at his companion as he spoke, almost as if he had read Tristen's mind he chuckled to himself."I can go without feeding for some time but I will feed tonight." his gaze drifted to the sunlit rays upon the stairs,"But I won't feed from you so rest assured. There are creatures in the sea that can satiate me, I haven't had sea food in some time.." he chuckled softly to himself, before glancing about to see two beds one above the other."The sun is out still, there are still a few hours of daylight. We can put some distance in, I will rest awaken me an hour after dusk...." his form slipped onto the top bed, his form relaxed and stretched out."For now I sleep..." he spoke softly, as his eyes drifted to a close.
He would feed, and he would be strong. The days ahead were filled with dangers he was not yet aware of, and he would not be taken by surprise easily. He would find the answers to his questions, and if he must create one of the worlds most dangerous creatures to accomplish this then it would be done. His past, present, and future, all relied upon him finding out what he wished to know.
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Jul 22, 2013 9:15:26 GMT -5
Alekzander grinned as the male talked. His comment about sea food brought to mind elegant slices of raw fish, carefully placed upon balls of rice. Seaweed rolls with shrimp or crab and rice with in that one dipped in a combination of wasabi sauce and soy sauce to enhance the flavor. He could also picture this male sucking down a strand of calamari like a spaghetti noodle and smacking his lips in satisfaction. All that was extremely amusing however having been woken from his slumber the vampyre was clearly tried and said so as he climbed upon the bed and fell in to a deep slumber. Alekzander decided he should catch some z's as well, and stripped off his shirt and pants and pulled upon a pair of shorts.
Walking up on to deck he lay back upon the wooden surface and basked in the warmth if the rays of the solar celestial body far away that still managed to warm their little planet. He closed his eyes, smiling and slowly began to drift off to sleep in the warm sun, the rocking of the boat lulling him slowly.
Several hours later he opened his eyes, looking around slowly. The sun had literally just set as a bright spot upon the horizon still gleamed. He waited patiently, watching the stars appearing upon the darkening sky. The moon was about half way above them, gleaming brightly. He slowly got up and went below. He stepped in the kitchen and opened and closed all the cabinets seeing of there way anything useful which there wasn't. Then he stood up and stretched before tapping his companion smartly upon the shoulder. "Oi matey. Da pirates be out and about. Get yer land lubberin' rump outta da bed."
Post by Tristen Hail on Jul 22, 2013 12:59:15 GMT -5
Tristen could already feel the rise of the nights sun in the sky, he was awake minutes before he had been touched enjoying the whispering of the coming night. As he was touched, he chuckled at the Other's words."Aye, I be up." his form dropped from the bed as his shoulders rolled, he undid the large square silver buckle that held his katana and dagger sheathed as he placed it on the bed with a sigh."Time to get some breakfast." he sat on the second bed beneath the one he had slept upon, his fingers nimbly and quickly undoing the strings of is boots as he placed them beneath the bed leaving himself in only his black pants.
His shoulders rolled as he stepped onto the deck, enjoying the moonlight with a grin. He stepped to the edge of the boat and grinned looking into the black sea, he had no reflection. The water did not throw back his visage instead an empty space stood where he should have been. He sighed and stood,"I need you to tell me when you sense a shark coming.." he held his left hand out palm open, as his right hand pointer finger nail dragged across his palm creating a light cut. Blood welled up to the surface, as he held his hand out over the sea. Droplets began to cascade down upon the surface of the water with a grin,"Come hungry fishy don't say a word, Tristen's gonna drain you dry...don't you dare say a word.." he laughed softly, as closed his palm feeling the wound close. A crimson flower bloomed in the watery depths now, as he crouched upon the edge of the boat and waited.
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Jul 24, 2013 12:48:51 GMT -5
Alekzander followed the male out of the boat and up on to deck. He stood, watching with interest as the male cut his palm and began to chum for what Alekzander could only presume based upon his words was a shark. Alekzander chuckled softly and shook his head. He sat down and leaned against the small wall surrounding the controls and wheel of the speed boat and closed his eyes.
"Might be a while bud. Sharks don't exactly hunt often at night. I'm sure we will attract one eventually but could be a while. Also you'll have to drop more blood occasionally as we are moving forward and the blood will fall behind." Alekzander looked up at the sky as it slowly scrolled past. Although it was slow they where moving at a decent knot or two. Despite his staring at the sky his senses where stretched below them, sensing the ebb and flow of his watery lover, feeling how it flowed around the fish and obstructions of beneath the surface. Finally after a several minutes he looked down and nodded.
"Shark, about twenty feet beneath the surface. Moving to the starboard side and away. Decent sized, I would say probably a blue shark. If you want it you better drop some blood for it or it will swim away." Alekzander didn't have his pistols, he didn't need them. He could drowned the shark right where is was of he wanted to my forcing more water in to its gills of he wanted to. However this was Tristen's fight and he wasn't going to interfere unless he was really needed.
Post by Tristen Hail on Jul 25, 2013 12:55:07 GMT -5
His form crouched, now was we play the waiting game. His orbs closing as he listened, and simply was. It was meditative and yet dangerous, allowing ones self to become so alert that everything around them was noticed. The push and pull of the water, the beat of the heart behind him, the slow hum of the engine, the brush of the wind against his skin. His partner was right it possibly would take a bit of time,"If need be I will.." after that they were left in silence, neither speaking a word as time slithered on.
The silence was broken with the other informing him that his meal had arrived, his head turning in the direction that Alekzander had spoken of. His orbs peering through the darkness to see the dark shadow of the swimming shark,"Got it.." he smirked as he made another quick slash of his nails against his palm. His form strolling along the boats edge, arm stretched out as droplets of blood cascaded down upon the water. A trail of crimson flowers blossoming in the dark water, he watched as the dark shadow approached catching the scent and swimming closer. Tristen felt his wound healing, and smirked as he watch it closing the distance between them. He smirked, before his form moved leaping from the edge high into the air. His body arching forward, as his hands pointed out flat and he disappeared with a singular fluid moment.
A soft splash rippled beneath the water as he vanished, his eyes opening adjusted to the darkness yet ignoring the burning of the salt water he glanced about. As he looked he could see the creature spin about before coming at him, Tristen smirked as he put his hands in a claw formation. Under the water he had a better chance then any human, impossibly fast and strong, breathing was not a nesscity, fangs and sharp nails, it was time. His fangs bared he barreled into the water forward, at the last minute tilting his body to the left and narrowly dodging the gapping wide maw filled with row upon row of teeth. As he passed the sharks tail swished violently to the side intending to slap him, Tristen quickly brought up his forearms blocking the blow yet feeling the bone jarring strength behind it.
He snarled a stream of bubbles escapsing him, as he moved with Vampiric speed beneath the water captureing the tail and giving a tug with his Unholy strength. His form doing a three sixty he dragged the creature about slamming it into the boat. He followed up with a quick slash of his left hand raking a deep cut with his nails in it's side with a grin as he swam back. His orbs locked upon the marks he had left, as he smirked and watched it turn about to face him. This was a dance of death between beasts, vicious predator against it's prey and he would have it no other way. His form swimming forward quickly, as his arms and legs kicked in unison with super natural strength smashing into the shark. He felt the dazed creature attempt to shake it's self into control but Tristen would allow it no mercy. It was time to end this, his left hand shot out and smashed into the creatures throat.
His fingers and nails digging, biting deep into it's throat as he lifted it high up out of th water and slammed it onto the boat. He chuckled as he slipped out of the water on the boat, pouncing of the writhing creature, fangs sinking into it as he drank deeply until the quaking form remained still. Tristen stood at the end of his meal and smiled looking down at the deceased creature,"Could have used some garlic and butter sauce but tasty none the less." he chuckled and looked at Alekzander,"There's some fresh meat,drained of blood, food enjoy." he chuckled dropping into a swivel seat screwed into the boats deck another one on the other end most likely fisher mans seats.
Last Edit: Aug 2, 2013 18:30:29 GMT -5 by Tristen Hail
Post by Alekzander Faustine on Jul 26, 2013 18:36:31 GMT -5
Alekzander sat upon the boat and watched as the Vamprye leap ofd, diving in to the water. Standing up he walked to the where a chair sat and whistled softly to himself, drawing six small spheres of water to himself from the ocean. He played with these, moving them about and reshaping them in to intricate designs in the air before himself that would reflect the starlight and moonlight. All the while he continued to whistle softly. Just a little tune he simply had pop in to his head as he waited patiently. The boat lurched slightly then silence expect for rapid splashes against the hull as as the water was disturbed violently beneath the surface.
The boat lurched again then the water erupted as the shark was thrown upon the boat. Alekzander calmly swiveled his chair around as wicked sharp teeth came crashing down where his leg had been. Alekzander raised his eyebrow arching it above his left eye as he watched the Vamprye feast upon the shark. Amusing and charming, he spoke up after the Vamprye finished drinking.
"Indeed. Shark is excellent meat and good for you. However how would you feel about if it had ripped my leg off as you threw it upon the boat? Or if we ended up swimming the rest of the way to the Dead Sea when you broke the hull from whatever it was you where doing down there? Hmmm...try not to be so reckless please. Some of us are a little more frail then you are.
Post by Tristen Hail on Aug 2, 2013 18:41:55 GMT -5
Tristen stood, his tongue slowly dragged over his lips as he looked at the male and rolled his eyes heavenwards."Oh, please. You're a big boy, you can handle yourself but I'll take your advice under advisement." his left hand rising as his pointer finger gently tapped against his left temple with a smile before rising to run through his hair combing back the long back silky obsidian colored hair. His form dripping slightly as he leaned against the railing, and thought to himself."We have a quite a few hours of darkness left and there is no way to speed us along our journey without tiring out your powers." The ship wasn't build for break neck speed like the smaller more lean and quicker models that had been anchored on the dock.
This one was a cross between comfort and speed, not to fast and not extremely uncomfortable. He drifted towards the deceased body of the shark and stepped over it, water dripping down the entirety of his frame as he thought to himself. He shook his head drifting below deck and rummaging about he found that the boat was empty except for some supplies nothing useful at the moment. He slipped back upstairs,"Is it possible to supercharged this boat? Possibly make it faster? If we both use our ability to control electricity on the battery, do you think it would speed the boat up or just burst the battery to pieces with one massive jolt of power?" he looked back towards the water elemental and raised a brow.
